Gabriel slaps a large, and still bleeding, but warm steak onto a plate and sets it
on the bar. "Yo Ghost, fast food," he calls out just before he flings it sliding down
the bar... AWAY from Ghost.

"Exactly what Grim said, you'll be his guests, there shouldn't be any problem with
Fenrir, he's a wolf that's got his head firmly on his shoulders, ulike some that
we all know," he add's glancing towards Ghost.

She looks at Ghost and really did not mean any disrespect, but couldn't help but speak her mind as she watches the werewolf with his steak. "Ghost, I've seen actually wolves who are more composed than you when they eat." She says with a slight smile.

"Now that we are done here, lets get going. We are going down the road a ways. The meeting place is in an old hotel on ocean. Justy follow me, and you really can't miss it." He walks outside, pulling out the keys to his doge magnum and clicking off the alarm. Getting inside and starting it up he puills out of the space and edges to the exit of the parking lot, checking for the others in his rear view mirror.

*Aria resists the urge to cringe at the thought of Ghost making a mess in her car, instead smiling politely*

"Alright, well, anyone else that needs a ride may come with me as well unless Kismet can take another on her bike. I will see you there."

*Aria leads Ghost and whoever else chooses to go with her outside to her black Mercedes. She disarms the alarm and gets in, allowing everyone time to buckle up before driving off after Grim. She knew where the place was, vaguely, though she had not been there in a long time*

Caine nodded, and walked outside. He didn't need transportation, and unlike most of these people, he had enough to own a proper car, it was amazing what stealing would do for a guy.

He walked outside, and looked at his vehicle. A jet black hummer, waxed, clean, and perfect. He loved his car.

He got inside, and turned the engine on, with a powerful roar, and then kicked the ignition. No way was he letting anyone else ride in this beauty. He pushed forward on the ignition, and followed after Aria and Grim.

Kismet heads outside, zipping up her leather jacket. On approaching her bike, she puts on and secures her helmet and mounts on. She turns it, enjoying the sensation as the bikes motor purrs. She waits for the other to start off so she can follow.

The chain of cars set out for a rather brief trip all told. The streets are mostly silent
at 3:00 in the morning on a weekday. Hence why the fast moving, LARGE, SUV
that crosses the intersection of Orange and Third is so unusual.

Especially since it plows full on into the side of Grim's Magnum. The car is sent
sliding towards the curb where it flips twice through the air and lands on it's roof,
half on some poor humans lawn, and half on their front stoop.

Car doors opening and shutting is the next sound and someone chuckles
evily. *use your imaginations*

"Holy shit! Grim!" She turns her bike and redirects it to where the Magnum landed and immediately looks for Grim, hoping he is ok, keeping all other senses open, wondering who was the driver of the SUV.

Before anyone else has a chance to react a gunshot blasts the darkness and a
moment later the perfectly aimed shot ignites the gas tank of the bike beneath
Kismet.

The resulting explosion launches her a dozen feet or so into the air where she
eventually crashes down onto the underside of Grim's overturned car.

"Come out, come out, whereever you are little hunters," a voice calls from
somewhere in the gloom. Streetlamps start going out one by one and within
seconds the street is darker than a country night with no moon out.

The assembled beings however have no difficulty seeing. It was more to keep the
next events from the eyes of Humans.

Grim enjoyed driveing it was a skill like any other and it was much easyer makeing a car do what he wanted than a horse. So when another, large car slamed into his with so much force he was glag he was encased in more armor than a knight, and had the latest in airbags.

For a few seconds he, was throw about. The world atumbleing mass of pillows, and hard seat belt. As the car comes to a rest on it's roof he rips the hanging airbag away, just in time to see the exploding motorcycle. A second later the loud thump as something hits the undercariage.

With his lips curles in a silent snarl he puts his left hand on the ceiling of the car, and with his right hand releases the seatbelt. "Hear I come." He yells at the voice. LOwering himself to the ceiling he kicks with bolth feet at the passinger side door. Sending it flying off the wrecked car into the wall of the human's home. He pulls his gun from his coat as he crawls out.